A light in the darkness

This poem is inspired by the poem " A Fallen Leaf " by Ella Wheeler Wilcox . I have not heard the name of this poet before.  A trusting little leaf of green, hardly thought to be seen as an essential gene only to discover its  life-sustaining power when a flaunting patch of vivid red, engulfed its circulating bed interrupting the food it fed for now it dread of the dissolving hookup as life flew up—high up.  ©water 26.10.2025. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

This poem and the next poem are inspired by similar concepts, but the conceptualization of the poem is different, which made me choose both the poems to compose my own. This poem is inspired by the poem " The Falling Leaves " by Margaret Postgate Cole. I have borrowed the first and last lines of this poem from the above poem. I love positivity over hard times so I was trying to see this poem as an inspiration to fight for our dreams and make it happen, refusing to fall like snowflakes on the Flemish clay (refusing to give up on your dreams.) Today, as I rode by, I saw my path full, carpeted with musical wool; whistling the melody so cool; oh! How I love it without rule 'cause its engaging muzak succors my elegant cogitation; taking me off on a wonderful sail to my dreamland, now no more frail; brimming with the holy grail of my life; Pfft! Refusing to subjugate Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

The words of the poem " I wandered lonely as a cloud " by William Wordsworth give me much positivity for the day. I want to radiate that positivity to my readers through this creation of mine. The first line of each stanza is borrowed from the above poem as an inspiration for thinking. This poem took me maximum time to organize my thoughts to create the best flow of thoughts.  I wandered lonely as a cloud on a voyage to an undestined ground drenched in my thoughts profound; when suddenly in front of my globe came something so sound. Continuous as the stars that shine on the heavenly ebony canvas line telling us the hour of the nighttime pulling the blanket of the relaxing slumber  or the changing seasons, prime. The waves beside them danced, but they were even more advanced wearing colorful frocks of Rosetta sprinkling the spell of Tinker Bell that occupies everyone's musing For oft, when on my couch I lie and the jim-jams of the day cry making my mind's eyes fry; its...

This poem is inspired by the poem " No Man is an Island " by John Donne. I am happy with the first part of the theme of the poem, but at this moment I am not interested in touching the topic that the poet delved into in the latter half of the poem. I have borrowed the first line of each stanza from the poem, but to make it look better and meaningful, as I wanted to end, I added the last stanza.  No man is an island, where the elixir of life cuts off the umbilical cord which nurtures the very life. Or let me say, If a clod be washed away by the sea, giving away its identity for free, will you wipe away the memories of thee as the dementia of old age would be, or would you commemorate and enshrine it? Any man's death diminishes me, for it's like a gem befallen off my jewellery making it unfit to wear anymore and a fear grips me; one day I will be one like he and she. Come, my boy let's not live like a toy but be full of joy effectuating our call living in the divers...

This poem is inspired by the poem " A Poison Tree " by William Blake. It is one of my favorites because when I was fighting with my own anger, I came across this poem, which made me reflect on what I am nurturing within myself.  I have borrowed the first lines of each stanza (except for the second and last ones).  I was angry with my friend; 'cause he didn't do as I wished and I wanted to show it loud like a blast furnace on my inside I wanted it to come out so that I'm left pure with an intact mind and soul functioning like a whole; And I watered it in fears, thinking I could bear but there's no one to hear my wails of tears. And it grew both day and night like the sores of Job and Lazarus calling rancour to overpower my wit who always wanted to be fit And into my garden stole,  the sweet hum of whole for now I am on the call that is destined to my fall. Job's eye never blurred of it nor Lazarus's cry covered it 'cause they all knew venegeance is ...

This poem is inspired by the poem " If you forget me " by Pablo Neruda. I have borrowed the first line of each stanza (except the last) from this poem. Love has always been my theme of poems, and Pablo Neruda is one of my favorites, so I included this poem.  I want you to know that I am not just another flower in the garden whom you see and pass along. You know how this is: when you especially come to grab a chance to even peek in and satiate your burning desire with the glimpse of the one you admire. Well, now, as you are not so very eager to mark me as your own girl I take it like a reserve fill waiting for my turn if someone falls. If suddenly the wheels of my destiny swirls and brings me a chance I might make it to the goal which bags the crown to our home. If you think it long and mad why did this happen in your land? Remember you took too much time to choose the one who was prime. Can you cook jaggery for long and escape the bitterness it forms? How can you have the gem...

This poem is inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem " How do I love thee? " Since it is a sonnet, I will write it in the same form. I will borrow the first line only. I tried to understand what makes a person feel loved. I took insights from various posts and Gary Chapman's book " Five Love Languages. " How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. First I thought, I will do all as you say and I saw myself like the fading rays so I thought to gift you a starry day but still you forgot out bondage which made me feel used up still, I gathered courage and filled my admiration cup only to discover missing passion.  I thought togetherness was less but that wasn't your mission. when I felt you in me and caressed your need as mine that I found the loving bliss of thee. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

 This composition is inspired by Langston Hughes's poem " Dreams. " I have not read his poems much but this one made me a fan of him. Hold fast to dreams where life begins beyond realms experimenting with themes until something comes out like a beam. Hold fast to dreams where creativity plays the mime giving birth to new rhyme which is way ahead of time. Hold fast to dreams where our life beams overflowing with streams of love, joy, & happy themes. ©water2025 This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

For this half marathon, I want to compose a few poems with a twist. I will take the first line of each stanza of the poems and compose a different version of the poem.  The first post is inspired by the poem " The Road Not Taken " by Robert Frost. This is one of my best poems. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, where will I find my daily food? Is it okay to travel this way or should I follow the guiding ray? My heart is sinking as the dilemma is building. Time is flying and my destiny is calling. Then took the other, as just as fair, because I knew within my layers that my destiny is right here nothing to fear just adhere to what's there beyond the visual gear into the vicinity unclear.  And both that morning equally lay opening their arms and calling me their way. How can I refuse one way to relish the pleasure of the other way? The dilemma is devouring but the time is determining and I choose one over another. I shall be telling this with a sigh that fathoming uncerta...